Speaking of asking about the master's spirit in heaven, he had another headache. He found that the master seemed to be a piece of shit. In order to save Ashheng's father, his life was short-lived. Otherwise, how could he be the leader at such a young age?
The same goes for the Grand Master Uncle. The whole family is full of sentimental people.
I don’t know what evil I have done to meet these fellow disciples.
After holding my head and being irritated for a while, I picked up the ancient book on the ground, put it in my arms and left in a huff, going to the study.
When he saw him going to the study, Mu Aotie could figure out what he was going to do, so he quickly followed him. Seeing Yu Qing playing with the pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the desk, he immediately started to help with the chores.
But Yu Qing yelled at him angrily, "Get out!"
Mu Ao Tie San San shrank his hands, but still thought about it and added, "Write it better."
After Yu Qing fiddled with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he didn't dare to dip his pen in the ink. This was one of the main reasons why he didn't want to write for others anymore. His level was limited.
Others don't know how he became famous as "Tanhua Lang", but he doesn't know it himself. He has no real material in his stomach, so why does he have the nerve to always come out and pretend? If he does this often, sooner or later he will be
To make a fool of myself.
The more famous he is, the bigger the joke will be. Is he shameless?
The best way is to use his earlier excuse to abandon literature and join martial arts and never do this again.
Now that he is fine, he has to start writing again. Mu Aotie wants him to write better.
He was confused as to what kind of writing would be considered good. What should he do? What should he write? He walked around the room holding a pen, his head hurting from thinking about it.
Mu Aotie, who was outside, peeked in from time to time and saw that Yu Qing was indeed thinking seriously. He kept quiet and did not dare to disturb him, and he also had high expectations.
Yu Qing, who had been thinking about it for a while, couldn't help but sigh softly. Mu Aotie said last time that he wanted him to write something comparable to "The Good in the World". Why didn't he want to write something that would make people praise him? He would be happy if he was secretly vain.
, but my stomach really doesn’t feel that way.
After much deliberation, he didn't know where to start, so he could only imitate the idea of "the world is good".
How to write according to that tone? He couldn't help but recall what happened when he left the calligraphy treasure at Ye Diandian Restaurant. He remembered that he just wrote three words inspired by this situation and scene, and then he was praised to the sky by Ye Diandian.
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What is the point of boasting? Remember to say that it is artistic, and that you are metaphorically describing yourself as a banished immortal descending to earth.
"The immortal descended to earth..." Yu Qing muttered suddenly. He had no other choice but to grab whatever he found. He followed this line of thinking and thought about it again and again, and gradually a decision came into his eyes.
However, not long after his eyes became firm, he sighed again. He felt a little unreliable, and he swore in his heart that he would not do anything no matter how much money he made in the future. Next time he would write this for others, and he would write this for himself.
The hands were chopped off.
Later, I really had no idea, and I couldn't go on dilly-dallying all the time. I decided to treat the dead horse as a doctor and allow others to think and do whatever they wanted. I didn't want to embarrass myself all the time, so I walked to the desk and quickly dipped my ink in to write on the white paper.
Two very charming characters were left on it: Li Tian!
Immediately, he made another small payment and wrote Ashheng's name on it. He also knew that this was what he wanted.
After putting down the pen, he shouted, "Take it."
Mu Aotie's figure immediately jumped in and came to the table to take a look. Apart from feeling that the words were pretty, he didn't see any clues. He frowned and said, "Why are there only two words? You wrote three words for Ye Diandian."
A word…”
Yu Qing jumped on the spot and yelled, "You know nothing, good or bad has nothing to do with the number of words and the few words."
Okay, Mu Aotie admitted it, but he couldn't help but ask one more question, "Compared with 'The Good World', which one is better?"
You ask me? Yu Qing still wants to ask him, who should I ask? All he can do is be stubborn and say, "Take it if you want it, don't pull it down. If she doesn't feel good about the fish, it's because she doesn't know how to appreciate it.
I tell you, this will never happen again."
Regardless of whether it's good or bad, he'll give it a try first. As long as the evaluation is not good, it means others don't understand it. Anyway, he won't admit that it's not good.
Now that he said this, what else could Mu Aotie, who was already a dwarf, say, pick up the inscription, take it and leave.
Yu Qing shouted, "I said, the ink is still wet, so you just took it like this, are you afraid that others won't know that it was just written?"
Also, Mu Aotie quickly used his energy and blowing air to quickly dry the ink, and then folded the entire paper several times to make traces of folding.
After taking a closer look and confirming that the smell of paper and ink was nothing special, he took it away with confidence.
After leaving the door, I naturally went straight to Lian Yu's residence and knocked on the door.
Soon the door opened, and Huniu saw him again. She was about to follow the host's previous instructions to refuse the guest, but she saw a roll of paper in Mu Aotie's hand, and was subconsciously touched, so she asked more, "Is something wrong?"
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Mu Aotie gestured to the thing in his hand and said, "The man who promised the landlady the inscription is here."
"Ah?" Hu Niu couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, her face full of surprise. She naturally knew how much the boss lady liked this thing. This was something that she couldn't usually get even if she wanted to.
, she knew the seriousness of the matter and hurriedly said: "Wait a moment, let me report."
This time he didn't say anything like the fish wasn't here, and quickly closed the door.
Lian Yu, who was meditating, was immediately awakened, and Huniu quickly opened the door and invited the guests in.
Lian Yu, who was waiting in the hall, didn't know whether he was too impatient or didn't care because of his relationship with Mu Aotie. He wore a gauze dress outside his bellyband, and his figure was looming gracefully.
When he saw Mu Aotie coming in with something, he couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Did you really get it?"
Mu Aotie walked up to him and offered it with both hands, "Thank you for your honor. Let's see what happens, boss lady."
Lian Yu actually rubbed his hands on the gauze for a moment before taking it with straight hands, as if he was afraid of blaspheming the calligraphy treasure. This scene really left Mu Aotie speechless. It was just a single word, so what?
The calligraphy treasure she got was slowly spread out in Lian Yu's hand, and a different charm came to her face with the exposed handwriting. She couldn't help but praise it first, "Good calligraphy!"
Huniu also stretched her head to look around, staring at the handwriting and muttering: "Li Tian?" Then she looked at Ash Heng's signature below and subconsciously doubted, "Is it true?"
What she meant was that it was really easy to get the calligraphy treasure of that flower hunter?
She knew very well how difficult it was to get this thing. In the words of the landlady, it was not a matter of money. It was normal to be a little skeptical.
However, on this point, Mu Aotie was absolutely sure. He nodded and said: "It is absolutely true and cannot be false."
Lian Yu, who was biting his lip with his silver teeth, seemed to be afraid of the lie. Suddenly, his gauze clothes were fluttering and he went straight to the study. He put the calligraphy treasure on the table, then opened a box, took out another roll of calligraphy and spread it out.
Mu Aotie, who was following, took a look and found that it was the words "The world is good". It looked very similar to the words of Lao Shiwu, and he was surprised, "Is this the one from Xiaoxian Building in Jinguo Capital?
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Lian Yu didn't listen and only focused on comparing the two handwritings.
Huniu explained from the side, "How can it be possible to get the original work of Xiaoxianlou so easily? Didn't you see that it was a rubbing? Because there were so many people who wanted to copy it, Xiaoxianlou made a carving and asked people to make rubbings.
Yin, I don’t have enough face, and ordinary customers won’t give it to me.”
Mu Aotie took a closer look and found that yes, it was really a rubbing.
After comparing for a while, Lian Yu's eyes were already shining. He touched the ink with his hands, his fingertips trembled a little, and he made a voice of great surprise, "Yes, this sharpness in the turning point, this charm in the character, there will be no such thing."
Wrong, the imitation cannot match the charm. It is undoubtedly Tanhualang's calligraphy, and it is his original work. Huniu, I have Tanhualang's original calligraphy."
The fingers of both hands are clasped tightly, and the feet are jumping for joy.
I am indeed so happy. Not only do I like this painting, but there is another reason. The world laughs at her for being someone else's mistress. Now, the most talented person in the world has these two words here. Your taste is better than Tan Hwa Lang.
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With the addition of peerless culture, the style will naturally change immediately. Even the mistress is a mistress different from other mistresses.
Seeing her excited look, Mu Aotie couldn't help but scratch the back of his hand. He really couldn't understand why he was so excited about the two broken characters, especially the calligraphy written by the old fifteen guy. If it was an antique, he couldn't help but scratch it.
He can still understand.
I don’t know if Huniu can understand it, but she rejoices along with her master anyway, "Congratulations to the boss lady for getting what she wanted."
Lian Yu smiled broadly, smiling as happily as a little girl. After repeatedly tilting his head to taste the two, he suddenly sighed, "Li Tian! He is truly the most talented man in the world. With this stroke of writing, he immediately revealed his extraordinary
It’s so extraordinary that it instantly makes the charm of our inn become otherworldly.”
Is it so powerful? Mu Aotie immediately stared at those two words, his eyes widened and he read hard.
Hu Niu's eyes also widened, but she was also quite suspicious, "It's just two words, just write them well. Is it as exaggerated as the boss lady said?"
Lian Yu raised his hand and poked her forehead, "You, I usually tell you to read more books, but you just don't listen. Don't go out and talk nonsense in the future, lest people laugh at your lack of knowledge."
Turning back, she gestured with two words again with her delicate fingers, "Li...tian, these are not two words written casually. Huniu, let me ask you, how did this fortified city come from?"
Huniu didn't think much and blurted out: "Everyone knows that it was formed by a large number of boulders abandoned by the immortals in ancient times."
Lian Yu asked again: "What about our inn?"
Huniu: "Of course it's the same. It's one of the huge rocks abandoned by the immortals..." At this point, she seemed to understand something, and she muttered savoringly, "Li Tian."
"The inn is here." Lian Yu held the gauze in his hand, pointed to his feet with one finger, and pointed to the sky in the distance, smiling and saying: "I came from heaven, why don't I want to go back? I have my own love, and I am willing to leave heaven. This is
If you are in the middle realm, you must be able to have extraordinary tastes like this idiot, right?"
Huniu's eyes also shone, "Ah, this feeling is different. The stone thrown by the immortal, Li Tian, is quite suitable for the situation. It's really good."
"That's it, just two words that explain the origin, and also show the excellence and charm, this is called talent." Lian Yu, whose face was full of joy, poked her forehead again, "It's not like you keep talking.
The stones thrown, the stones thrown, are simply too vulgar. I turned around and immediately found the best craftsman to carve it into the inn's sign exactly. In comparison, "Shi Xin Ju" is really too vulgar. In the future, inns
There are only two words in his name, Li Tian!"
"Litian Inn..." Huniu nodded savoringly, she didn't care.
Mu Aotie, who was silent, looked back at those two words. After Lian Yu's explanation, he also had a rather amazing feeling. It turned out that what Old Fifteen said was absolutely right. Good things really go hand in hand with words.
It doesn't matter if there are too many words or too few. It turns out that there is such a profound meaning hidden in the two words that he despises.
He sighed deeply in his heart, it turned out that Old Fifteen was really so talented, and he couldn't tell it at all normally.
If he had been a little skeptical before, now that he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he knew that his reputation as the most talented man in the world was well-deserved, and that Lao Shiwu was indeed very secretive in this regard. Even his brothers who had been with him day and night for so many years could see it.
It's a shame that he can't come out. He is really a talented person who has been delayed by his spiritual practice.
Thinking back to those days, when I saw the master holding a stick and forcing the fifteenth child to practice calligraphy, they, the senior brothers, were still laughing. Now we know that those who laugh are not laughing at others, but themselves.
In short, no matter what, for him, as long as Lian Yu likes it, at least he has fulfilled his promise to Lian Yu.
Lian Yu, who had calmed down a little, then noticed that he was patronizing happily and neglecting the great benefactor in front of him. He was also curious about how this man could easily get Tanhua Lang's calligraphy treasure, and couldn't help asking: "Zhang Sui, do you know Tanhua Lang?"
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Mu Aotie thought for a while, nodded and said, "We know each other, maybe."
Lian Yu couldn't help but express his expectation, "I've long admired the name Tan Hwa Lang and longed to see his unparalleled splendor. I wonder if Lian Yu will have a chance to fulfill his friendship as a landlord?"
Mu Aotie scratched the back of his hand as he said this, wanting to tell her that people have dangled in front of you countless times, and you have already fulfilled your duty as a landlord.
However, he couldn't say this. It was already too much to ask Lao Fifteen to write this question, and it was possible for the senior brothers to bear the risk. He could not do anything to expose Lao Fifteen again.
I can only say politely: "I can't make the decision in this matter."
He didn't dare to ask for help if he had the opportunity, knowing that Yu Qing would not agree and could not make this promise.
Seeing that he was in trouble, Lian Yu felt sorry for him, but still expressed his apology, "I was presumptuous. By the way, Zhang Sui, I heard Zhu Qing say that you borrowed the 10 million to participate in the 'Tongque Martial Arts'
Money, if I pay this money, I will treat it as buying this calligraphy." He waved his hand to Hu Niu to get the banknote.
Ten million is nothing to her, and she doesn't believe that these people don't even have this little money. The point is to find an excuse, not to get entangled with Mu Aotie, and not to owe this favor.
Mu Aotie stepped on Yu Qing and said, "No, don't listen to his nonsense. He is just like that. He got into money. We can still get this little money. There is no need to borrow money."
, if Tan Hwa Lang knew that I exchanged his name for money, my friends would not be able to do anything anymore."
